High school AU: What's a girl to do when she walks in on her best friend having a bit of alone time?

A/N Saw this beautiful gif (go to my profile page) and naughtiness just invaded my mind

Felicity practically skipped down to Oliver's room, greeting the maids she had befriended after years of visiting her best friend. She was excited to see Oliver today, they were on the first day of senior holidays and she was excited to get Oliver moving to do all the activities she had planned.

She knew he wasn't interested in ice skating and horse riding but he knew how much she loved doing things with him. She knew he would love just to stay in his room all day, laying out on his bed and watching stupid movies together. But those were night activities and it wasn't like she was going to make him to crazy activities every single day.

They'd formed a strong friendship when they first started high school. Felicity had scolded a bunch of teenage boys who had been bitching about the Queen family right in front of Oliver and Felicity had snapped. Oliver hadn't said a word after the group of boys and scurried off, but his best friend Tommy had whooped and high-fived her, asking her to sit with them at lunch so he could learn all about her. She had laughed and shrugged, telling him yes because she didn't have anyone else to sit with. When she had looked at Oliver, he was grinning at her and she had fallen so madly in love with his grin sometimes it hurt.

They had been friends ever since, but Felicity had loved him more then a friend for a long time. But she was good had masking her feelings, plus both him and Tommy were used to her weirdness that it just went right over their heads when she babbled something extremely inappropriate.

They'd have rough spots, and they usually happened when Oliver was dating someone. Felicity struggled when there were other girls in his life, she had gotten so used to being his only girl that she didn't know how to share his time. Usually she stepped back from him when he was with a girl. He had asked her one time, after going a whole three weeks without seeing each other outside of school and Felicity had avoided the conversation by doing the moon walk out of the room they were in.

At the moment, Oliver wasn't dating anyone, so she could be with him without his latest thing getting all up in her face about backing away from Oliver.

As she trotted up to his door, she grinned, planning to sneak into his room and see if she could scare him.

As she opened his door, she quickly realised that something was very different. Strange sounds were coming from his room, a woman's breathless moan and a man's chuckle. For a second, she thought that maybe Oliver had a girl in his room, but she knew his chuckle, knew the huskiness of it and that chuckle wasn't his.

So as she snuck between the door and closed it, she almost stumbled to find Oliver reclined on his bed, his head turned away from her, his gaze focused on his laptop screen that currently had a man burying his head between a woman's legs.

But the thing that got Felicity was Oliver's hand.

His legs were somewhat bent and spread and Oliver's hand was traveling down his abdomen and into his black boxers.

"Oliver!" she squeaked, her back hitting the door, her eyes locked on his hand.

She expected him to jump up, to start stammering about it 'not looking what it looks like' but all he did was turn his head in her direction, his hand sinking lower into his boxers. She knew what he was doing, knew exactly what he was doing and her body reacted straight away.

"Oliver." her whisper was broken, her hand grasping behind her to find the door handle. She had to get out of there. He was going to continue with her in the room and she was sorely tempted to stay and watch.

She got ahold of the handle, stumbled over her feet as she tried to open it only to have it blocked by her own body.

Oliver moved then, jumping from the bed and moving towards her. One second he was on his back and the next her was pressing up against her, grabbing both her hands and lifting them above her head as he lowered his face towards her.

She held her breath as he tilted his head, his eyes hot and heavy. In the distance, she could hear the woman on Oliver's laptop begging for more, crying out heavy sounds of pleasure and Felicity's body jerked at the sounds. Oliver noticed her reaction and he let out a sound she hadn't heard. He had growled at her! But it was a sexual growl, something that had her suddenly panting.

"Oliver." she gasped, her hands pulling at his, trying to break free from his hold.

"No." he growled at her, his hands tightening on her wrists, his body crowding against her.

"No more, Felicity-" he snarled. "I'm over it. No more hiding from me." with that, he lowered his head completely and pressed his lips to hers.

Felicity froze, absolute shock shooting through her body. Oliver Queen, one of her best friends was kissing her. She heard Oliver groan, his mouth sliding over hers. He shifted both of her wrists into one of his hands, his other hand tangling into her hair. He took complete control over the kiss, forcing her to react to him.

His mouth claimed her, demanding more then just a kiss. His lips were soft and insistent, his tongue hot and demanding as he deepened the kiss. A moan broke from her, still trying to get her arms loose just so she could wrap herself around him.

She kissed him back just as passionately, feeling complete hunger for him rushing through her body, pure molten need flowing through her veins.

Abruptly, his hand tightened in her hair as he pulled back from the kiss, breaking the most intense experience she had ever felt. Both of them were breathing hard, both now staring at each other, both completely dazed.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, trembling against his hold.

"Seducing you." his voice was that deep, dangerous growl, his eyes darkening as she let out a whimper.

"Why?" she moaned as he let her arms go, his hands going to her waist as he lifted her over his shoulder and moved toward his bed.

He dropped her onto the softness, heard the lip of his laptop slamming up and then felt his fingers hooking into her dorky arrow leggings and underwear and pulling them off her body.

She was so shocked that she just lay there, staring up at him as he throw her clothing over his shoulder. She heard him groan, then felt his long, strong fingers wrap around her knees and pulling her legs apart.

"Oliver, oh my god." she whispered, what was happening suddenly hitting her. Mortification hit her like a truck and she began to wiggle her legs for him to let her go. She didn't win, of course, Oliver was twice her size and twice as strong as her.

"No more, Felicity. I'm over you running from me all the time. I haven't look at you as a friend in years and watching you flitter through life not noticing me as more than a friend has killed me. Fuck, you have such a gorgeous cunt." his coarse words sent a shocking thrill through her body and an inhuman sound broke from her when his fingers dipped into her core and spread the slick moisture along the fold of flesh that was suddenly every sensitive. Said fingers moved all the way up to her aching clit, stroking her softly but expertly.

This wasn't right. That was Oliver. Something was wrong. Oliver wouldn't do this. Never to her.

"So soft, so very wet." she heard him murmured, his eyes focused between her legs. When he pulled his hands away from her body, it was to grip her legs, which he draped over her shoulders as he lowered himself between her thighs. She heard him take a deep breath, shuddered when his "Fuck, you smell sweet." reach her ears and her eyes fluttered closed when his face nuzzled her thigh, a puff of hot air blowing against her wet folds.

Felicity jerked awake, her breathing heavy as she looked around to gather her surroundings.

"Hey, you okay?" she heard Oliver's husky voice from next to her. She jumped when she felt his hands curl around her arm, startling her more so as she looked down at the boy next to her.

It came rushing back to her, their day spent cupcake hunting, going back to Oliver's house exhausted and full, both climbing into bed and crashing as soon as their heads hit his pillows.

A dream. It was just a dream. Oliver hadn't kissed her, hadn't spread her legs, hadn't admitted anything to her.

Absolutely rocked to her nerves, she gave a shaky laugh, forcing her teenage body to calm down and settle back into his bed, next to him.

"I-uh, yeah. All good. You know what I'm like when I sleep. I thought I was falling again." she lied, it coming out easier then she thought it would have.

Oliver chuckled, reaching an arm around her to pull her closer to him.

"You know I'll always catch you, Felicity." he murmured, his hips pressing to her temple before sleep over came him.

She blinked up at the roof, so lost, suddenly so sad.

Because it had been a dream.

Just a dream.

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